i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

in a post. I want to be remembered

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos


Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

you cannot feed someone truth

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46


FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Can I see

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

13, H, grate

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

Worse Lift

Style


i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

yes

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.